1.1.04 Her skin was drawn And my thoughts sank by her feelings. I was drowning With no concern. Bubbles rose up from our goblets Of life. Or death. She felt heavyhearted Saying "we're alive here But death can come through the door any second" Though, I felt secure Her paradisiacal warming hands of heaven Served me like a cure. I genuinely feel a great desire Of sinking in that bathtub again. Warm water, beautiful angel, a star made of dust: New Year.
